Huarong agreed that his place was in a western restaurant near his home in London.

She was cutting the steak over there when he went by.

This is probably her lunch.

On the right hand side is a bottle of red wine that has been opened.

Seeing him coming, she put down the tableware and asked with a smile, "what would you like to eat?"

"Already." Fu Tingyuan went to sit opposite her, and then raised his head and carefully looked at the appearance of Huarong.

She was wearing a red double breasted woolen coat with black straight boots on her feet. She leaned back on the dining chair with her legs tilted, and her skin was white with light orange lipstick. Her hair was cut short and dyed blue, and there was a thin silver ear thread on her earlobe, which loomed in her hair with her movements, looking delicate and playful.

During the three years since her divorce from Feng Jin, she has to flee and live a very happy life.

There is no doubt about it.

Thinking of Feng Jin drinking in his house and looking at the heartless man eating steak in front of him, Fu Tingyuan leaned on the dining chair and sighed soundlessly.

He didn't know how to evaluate it for a moment.

He was right. This woman never let herself down.

In other words, she is the one who enjoys life most among so many people he knows.

After all, it's incredible that a big lady from the underworld comes out to be a broker.

"Fengjin has been looking for you." He said something to her.

Huarong lowered her head and took a sip of wine from the red wine cup. Her tone was still languid and charming: "let's meet again for a long time, so don't discuss such a bad thing."

Bad luck

Fu Tingyuan was silent again.

He felt a little sympathy for Feng Jin.

It's too bad luck to be thrown away by such a terrible woman.

Fu Tingyuan leaned on the back of his chair, and his fingers gently and unconsciously knocked on the armrest. Huarong swallowed a mouthful of wine, and looked up at Fu Tingyuan: "I just got the news about the beginning of things not long ago. I haven't been very peaceful these years, you know She reached out and lifted her short hair, lowered her head, and was silent for a moment, as if to organize her language. "I received a message six months ago that she was back, but the International Criminal Police (Interpol) was very tight. I didn't want to cause you any trouble. I didn't mean to miss her I've been missing her all these years

She raised her head and took a gentle breath, a little hoarse I'm a little sorry I didn't come. "

Fu Tingyuan leaned over there and didn't speak. He is not good at comforting others, and he doesn't want to understand Huarong's regret. Now that he is too busy, he has no way to share his feelings with others about luonanchu's affairs.

Huarong held his forehead for a moment, then raised his head to look at him and asked, "Tingyuan, are you ok? Is there anything I can do for you

They were still very good friends after all. Although she told Fu Tingyuan that she was passing through London, they all knew that her sudden appearance was worried about him.

"Not bad." He is not a person who likes to disclose his pain to others. He poured a glass of red wine, took a sip, and slowly said, "everything goes as usual except a little bit unaccustomed."

He is very good at hiding emotions and tolerating pain. It may be that his childhood experiences have shaped his character. Therefore, it is difficult for people outside to see clearly what he is thinking.

"One can live on." Huarong Wensheng comforts him, "when we are together, we will feel that we will die if we leave each other, but in fact, we will get used to it."